by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Minotaur Oh me! This whiteness of my skin and hair in the sick light which seeps into my prison This tufted tail my distal siblings mocked before I was pulled from my mother’s pumping breast (my mother, who loved me) Her shrieks resound down...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Something about this Something about arriving somewhere new just as afternoon is leaving something about parking in the market square set out with tubs of civic planting and stepping out across the space looking for the narrow lane frothed with...
by Sofía Masondo | Nov 10, 2024 | Word & Image
1 There is one wondering what he will do he asks himself after passing a sliding door the bus stop in the rush hour in front of the perspective line of a suburban avenue he asks himself in front of an apple of a dying father at the cut inflicted by a mad god from a...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 10, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Variable South East Wet rocks and tree roots on the descent make me afraid of falling— feet and heart are focused on rescue. The silence and peace of this place creeps through on birdsong. Grainy morning light clears slowly across the valley. As...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 9, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
A Cherry Tree in Scraptoft The instruction invites overthinking: describe your hometown through the medium of simple sentences and limited [foreign/new] vocabulary. My home is beautiful (isn’t this obligatory?) There is a small park (gifted...
